Fiction
Contents of a Censor’s Outbox
By Susan DaitchWhen she sat at her desk her back was to the window and the view, an expanse of perfectly green lawn with a flagpole stuck in the middle of it.
Diggers
By Susan DaitchThe first layer contained nothing new, nothing nobody hadn’t ever seen before.
The Ether Ride
By Doug NuferEngaging gyroscopic calligraphy, you unkink kinetic coil logistics’ swinging gestures. Simulated determinations sway your reckoning.
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